Lying in the dark
16 year old girl
Many years ago
Holding a portable radio
To ones ear
Listening to music
Rocking to the beat
Imagining far away places
Feet moving to the beat
Eyes closed
Letting the clouds of sleep
Approach as I listen to the
radio
Rockin to the beat
In the darkness

Screaming signs
Nimble imagination
Fear of the unknown

Faces of a thousand byways

Mental stagnations
On the back
Burners boiling over

Layered chaos
Far too many
Like bread crumbs

I don’t wanna eat anymore

Unbreakable chains
Grab the bolt cutters
And unlock my true potential

Your purpose is greater

Then any pain
Your could suffer
At the hands

Of the uncomfortable uncertainty’s

That stewed
Wispy saboteur
Unraveling seasons

The constant pounding in my chest

Feelings I could never shake
Riddle me this
The many disguises

That hid my true nature

Behind a Molotov cocktail
The cup
That pinched me into a bind

Outdated projector
Reruns spinning
Without a remote

A flash flood

Of disturbing images  
My clothes line was hampered
Cause and effect

You made the bed you slept in

A heat seeking missile
Gasping
For a longing embrace

Love is
A camouflage
To conceal the factual pain

As the facade slowly
Started taking form
Reaching it’s destined peak

I prefer the window dressings

I see now warm and inviting

Over the old ones
Played out

That finally got REMODELED

Downhill spiral
Thoughts in mire roll
A mess
I confess
Obsess
Over the next
Is the ache
from a mistake?
Because I take?
or just the flu?
I’m missing you!
There’s no right
Submit? or fight?
Morning to night
Just wasting time
Asphyxiated mime
Broken rhyme
it all is wrong
an off-key song
Absence prolong
What this means?
splitting seams
Shattered dreams
it’s simple, plain
You’re on the brain
Through joy and pain
Time misses you
As I do, too

The street is washed in a morning hush,
Tiles whisper stories under rush.
A woman walks in crimson grace,
her dress flowing behind her
A building in the background keeps watch
Over all that’s there
Like a silent protector

Between the stone and sky’s soft blue,
The city breathes in something true.
Modern windows, ancient light—
the city begins the day just right.